Church Words

He has given me

Religion, God poured from his

His hands, his mouth, his soul

His whole self complete

He seeks to spread his words to 

Me, hot, steamed so sweet

I beg to worship

Here at the altar of him

Of his perfect kiss

I promise myself

To his eager waiting hands

Me, soft and open

His skin on my tongue

His taste, fresh salt on my teeth

Mixed with sweet syrup

Urging me to pray

To cry his name fervently

Over and over 

He wants my promise 

Skin bare, eyes shut tight, legs weak

Speak, speak, speak he pleads

I offer my sins

Here, at the altar of him

For absolution

Please, deliver me

I beg, melt beneath the weight,

The taste, of this man

I found religion

At the church of our union

His flesh on my flesh

His bone on my bone

He, deep within me, and I

Ache hard for this home

He gives me his faith

wrapped in sheets,

and hands touch as,

I fall to my knees

I have known heaven

Here in the dark with this man

I can now be free